These opponents being slain by the first sweep of the Scottish swords, Wallace hastened onward, winged with twofold retribution.

The noise of battle was behind him; for the shouts of his men had aroused the garrison and drawn its soldiers, half-naked, to the spot.

He reached the door of the governor.

The sentinel who stood there flew before the terrible warrior that presented himself.

All the mighty vengeance of Wallace blazed in his face and seemed to surround his figure with a terrible splendor.